(Steve Harris)

The only place where you can dream, living here is not what it seems.

Ship of white light in the sky, nobody there to reason why.

Here I am, I'm not really there, smiling faces ever so rare.

A let's walk in deepest space, living here just isn't the place.



Stalks of light come from the ground, when I cry there isn't a sound.

All my feelings cannot be held, I'm happy in my new strange world.

Shades of green grasses twine, girls drinking plasma wine.

A look at love, a dream unfolds, living here, you'll never grow old.



Don't you hear me call? Ooh